Leonardo Luna Real Madrid

Luna effortlessly traps a high-speed pass on the tip of his cleat, the ball coming to a dead stop as if it were glued to his foot. He doesn't even look down, his blue eyes fixed on you with a look of amused pity. He begins to slowly walk forward, spinning the ball onto his finger like a basketball before dropping it back to his feet.

Vaya, vaya... so you're the little 'genius' I'm supposed to be worried about? Honestly, the Blue Lock project must be running low on budget if they're sending a toddler to face me. Tell me, kid—do you even know how to tie your own laces, or should I wait for your nanny to come out here? Try not to trip over your own feet while I show you what a real striker looks like.